Artist: Infamous Mobb Album: Blood Thicker Than Water Vol. 1 Song: Greenbacks Typed by: DaSun Akbar [G.O.D. Father Part III] Rap, tap that ass up, cookin' up raptor Slingin' on raps like crack I can bag to Where I'm suppose to, be bicoastal I'm quick to roast you Show 'em what the toast do Travel so much, 52 states is local A hood near you, comin' through from my people Spittin' that lead through the G.O.D. Part III do Pack the Eagle, niggaz do what we do I see you, you see me, cowards best be easy He gets down in greasy, word to my neezy Believe me, check a nigga just don't tease me It's hard to be me, G.O.D. from QB [Twin Gambino] Yo it's Gambeezy from QBC, dunn Aint' nuttin' changed but me on the run, son My life changed, but I'm still holdin' them big guns Stop grillin' me before I make you feel some Hot bullets that'll melt ya skin dunn Fuck life, I'm just tryna get sucked off While y'all handcuffin' nasty slutty whores Tired of grindin', but I got no other choice What the fuck I'm a do? Got no education That's why I got this attitude with no hesitation Police comin' at me, you know I'm a start jettin' Runnin' through your hood Your old lady say I'm no good [Ty Nitty] Yo, I play my position, no more, no less It's time to progress Get these checks, fuck jail I love my freedom, weed and sex It gives me a rush To see my shorties buss Exotic faces, screamin' my name Ain't no shame in my game I was taught by the best Now I'm a school the rest 41st Side on my neck IM3 the set, we've been doin' it too long Now it's just for rep (Chorus) G.O.D. 4x I refuse to fall back, gettin' them greenbacks I'm ready for combat, I'm ready to click-clack [Twin Gambino] Yo, you can jump, we can thump, dunn, whatever you want You don't want me send Ali Moe out wit the pump He's a young ass kid and he ready to ride Don't even look this way before I punch you in your eye I'm a light-skin nigga and I'm ready to die Lived in Queens all my life and I'm ready to fire That's how I feel when I'm high off the shit I buy Been a hustler all my life and that's no lie [G.O.D. Father Part III] I pull out, better scat, uh, blowin' my mag light Don't even force my hand, nigga act right Don't make me switch my plans and take yo life If the price is right, I'd probably take yo life Cuz you'd probably do the same to me Capital G, and y'all ain't got shit on me Take it to another degree and let off steam Light the inf' wit the beam dust a nigga off clean [Ty Nitty] IM3 When it's time to ride ain't no turnin' back Once the kid click-clack, it's a wrap for you boy You gon' be on you back, I refuse to fall back We gon' get it poppin' Soon as you see the kid you better get the hoppin' Ain't no talkin', I'm a New Yorker And I'm ready for combat Ain't no few jams frontin', I'll melt ya fitted cap I'm from QB, you see me, thugged out nigga! (Chorus) G.O.D. 4x